Chapter 56 · for subscribers
Nine days I have gone to her under a grate and asked her about poison, about chops, about a stone with a hole in it, and I have never once asked her the thing I have wanted to ask since the ninth day, because a question you ask is a question somebody learns you did not know the answer to. It is ten days to the altar. I have run out of reasons to be careful.
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